In a family way.

(No. I'm NOT pregnant!)
My father-in-law from Fort Worth is staying with us while he undergoes proton beam treatment on his prostate cancer for several weeks. So far, he's been doing lots of sitting and waiting. Get a CT scan. Wait two days. Then go get lab work. Wait a couple more days. Then get an MRI. We're still waiting on that, and he's been with us for two weeks already. He is a delight to have around. Dad puts away the dishes in the dishwasher, picks up around the house, and tries to help out where he can. Most mornings when I tiptoe past his room, he is sitting in his chair, reading his Bible or praying. He is a devout man and it is really encouraging to see someone living his faith the way he does.
And I am cooking up a storm! Suddenly I hate everything I cook and wonder if he secretly hates my cooking. My mother-in-law is a wonderful cook and there is no comparison between the two of us (she wins, hands down!) And I cook mostly vegetarian food.
If you ask Dad if he is hungry, he looks at his watch to see if it's time to eat or not. Very cute.
Since I've never had kids to cook for consistently for, this is a new experience. I think most moms could pull this off without a care, but I convolute and worry. Sam tells me to settle down and stop worrying. Dad will eat anything. And he does. I secretly worry that I will have run out of every recipe I have by the time his treatment is done--probably in mid-December.
I worry too much.
So it is nice right now to have someone to eat breakfast with, and to augment Sam and I. It is nice to know he is sleeping downstairs in his room, and that he will be up and talking to God first thing in the morning. He has brought blessings into our home and I am so happy to have him.